Page 21 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Surprisem
As if reading my mind, her tongue mates with mine. Her movements are tentative at first, but as my stroke solidifies into something rhythmic and highly suggestive, she follows suit, echoing my actions. Flames pulse through my veins, need ratcheting in my core, growing tighter and tighter until I can’t entertain any thoughts.
She sighs softly, her hot breath teasing my mouth. I breathe it in, needing more from her. The taste of her body, the breath from her lips, the essence of her soul. Her slippery, warm skin slides over mine, and more blood rushes to my cock. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard or desperate for a woman. I need her like I need air.
Calliope addles my mind, forging my thoughts into one of Mack’s sappy love letters. Unlike him, though, I mean the words with every ounce of my being.
Her fingers leave my ink, wrapping tightly around my neck as she stands on her tiptoes, inadvertently dragging her pebbled nipples over my chest. The movement sparks spontaneous combustion, a deep growl escaping my throat as my mouth and hands turn possessive. My touch transforming from gentle to urgent and dangerous.
My hands slide roughly over the impossibly soft skin of her back, kneading and massaging her as I draw her closer, always closer to me until there’s not a molecule of air or waterbetween our heated bodies. I need a deeper kiss, a better angle, impatiently lifting her by her waist.
She misreads my move, her legs rising and wrapping around my waist. I freeze, my dick enjoying the hell out of this. Gruffly, I warn, “Unless you’re ready for what comes next, you need to find your feet again, Shivers.”
“I’m ready,” she says, her moonlit face filled with conviction. I feel torn, desperately hungry for her, yet still confused by her easy transition from the letter-writing old man to me.
Maybe I shouldn’t let it bother me so much, considering she fell for my photo, after all. “Mateo, I want you,” she says, voice dripping with desire.
Mateo.There it is again. The way those three syllables come off her lips would make me do anything for her. Maybe even take her up on that archaic mail-order bride shit.
But first, I have to show her how wild and untamed I can be, fulfill every one of her deepest, darkest desires. I need her as addicted to me as I already am to her.
Chapter
Eight
CALLIE
“I’m clean.” The redheaded mountain man grunts.
“And I’m on the pill,” I whisper. “So, no need for condoms unless they make you feel more comfortable.”
I got on birth control not long after first corresponding with Mack, knowing almost from the beginning—his early letters, his photos, his life story—that somehow, some way, we’d eventually reach this moment.
Mack chuckles. “Would it surprise you if I said I didn’t pack any along on this little jaunt?”
I arch an eyebrow, giggling in a way that sounds oddly sultry because of my pounding heart and fast-paced breathing. “Yes, because everyone knows what skinny dipping really means.”
“Oh really?” he says, cocking his head to the side, his big, rough hands dropping to grip my ass.
“I hope I’m not too heavy for you?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
“Not at all. You’re light as a feather, Shivers.”
His hands squeeze my ass as he steps forward slightly, propping me against one of the boulders beneath the water. “I’m not doing this because you’re heavy, Calliope. I’m doingthis so I can free up my hands. Get better acquainted with your mouthwatering curves.”
I’m moments away from losing my virginity. This is the last place I expected to do it. But Mack assured me in his emails that he would take things slowly with me. Cause me the least amount of pain possible. I have to trust the big mountain man knows what he’s doing.
He steps back slightly, putting enough space between us for me to sneak a glance at his thick, massive rod. The bulbous end is pink and pronounced, and there’s an angry vein running up the side, leading my eyes to more of his vibrant red hair. His large balls are peppered with it, and he looks pleased when he catches me admiring him.
“You like what you see?” he says darkly.
“I love it,” I whisper, still not sure how this cock disappearing act will work.
What in the hell was nature thinking?I’d have trouble getting my hand closed around it or my lips, let alone my virgin pussy. And as for the length? Goodness! Thankfully, I use a vibrator, so maybe that will help?
“Wait ’til I show you how it works.” He growls, eyes simmering.
I laugh nervously, cheeks glowing. Leaning against the boulder, I strain to maintain my balance as his searing gaze descends to my tits. I wouldn’t be surprised if steam came off my skin with the five-alarm fire in his eyes.
“But first, I need these tits in my mouth,” he exclaims greedily, leaning down and sucking one nipple into his mouth. I gasp as his warm, velvety tongue swirls around my areola.
